Still loving the new sketch book. And! Going to France in 2 days. say whhaaaaaaaaaaaat?!! Kabir asked me while I as cooking, "so are you going to.. like, eat, over there? or.. what?" I responded that I would probably be hungry for frequent hours in the beginning of the adventure. In other news! I'm pleased to be registered for fall classes, many of which are music based- piano, voice lessons, choir. I expect to be the next Regina Spektor before the term ends. (I almost AM btw, just in case yall aint in the know)

Also I have chills. Tingle twinkling chills and love songs cascading through my mind and out my mouth while driving or showering. It's tragic, really. Oh, and romantic, and inspiring. And life feels much more exceptional and colorful!

I have a new sketch book! My first very own in many a year. So I've been going a little crazy with the characters from Boxer Hockey, my new greatest artistic obsession. Ive scarcely strayed from a pen tablet since my teen years, and damn, pencils are messy, seriously.

I did this girl with a blue outline which I think gives her a different feel from my other stuff, which I usually do in a brown outline.

It was a sunny day but now it's a gray one. Its cool man. So this Sunday I have a another photo shoot, some of which is evidently planned to be nude. hmmm. I don't mind showing some skin, but really Im not avant garde enough to put that kind of stuff in my portfolio. Anyway something about cookies and crumbling or however you make pajamas is how you sleep in em or you know, whatever.

Also evidently it's good to be passionate but karma has a sharp eye for being so in the wrong places. If you're a vixen, even a friendly, innocent one who means well, keep your paws off hands with wedding rings on em, because weight gain, sinus infection, walking into metal poles, and throwing up milk that has solidified in your stomach await you. I'm telling you this is sage advice.

Also some guy named Dennis Hopper died. When I heard this I thought Edward Hopper, and took a moment to reflect sadly on the all those lonely naked women hanging out at their windows.

i'm crying with laughter. CRYING

After much research, I have concluded that Degas was a 19th century French Michael Jackson.

the dance of tragic ill-fated and forbidden love

this is a sketch of my boyfriend I did about a year ago- I never use black line anymore, I always try and use a color

After class today I walked outside and walked into a pole. A metal, glong-ing pole that left me with a swollen lip. There was an art exhibition underway, so the whole town and their moms saw. I fled the scene and cried in my car. The universe was so cruel; a young, beautiful girl smacked in the face with the cold pole of karma. I say this because I was gazing longingly at a man who is spoken for through a glass window when it happened. Harsh reality leaves me with big lips. Luckily after the weeping resided I looked in the rear-view and thought it actually made me look kinda sexy.